Separated by a dark alley, a beautiful and elegant woman stood opposite.
She wore a simple black coat, her long hair whipped by the cold wind. She glanced at the severely injured man, and her gaze finally rested on Chi Huan's body, her brows slightly furrowed, a hint of a sigh in her expression.
It was Wen Yi.
"You should first take him to..."
Her sentence was cut off by a sudden panicked voice, "Shiqian!"
Liang Manyue got out of the taxi and ran straight over.
It wasn't that she knew Mo Shiqian was there from the start, but because Wen Yi and Chi Huan stood there with a presence that drew eyes, she ran over upon seeing Chi Huan.
And naturally, she saw the gravely injured man.
Even though she was already dressed in black and the light was nearly gone, only the vague outline of people visible, the man's black clothing seemed to be dyed dark red with blood.
Soaking the ground.
